Chapter 5

In a flash she knew exactly what was to be done and how to do it. She drew the boy to her and gently kissed his forehead; sat patiently while the storm burst and swept his miserable young soul cleaner of vanity than it had been for many a month. “You—you have the co-combination of Mr. Wel-el-per’s safe. Put them back and he will never know how low I sank. I—I thought I could be a thief, but it wasn’t in me—and I couldn’t do it—I couldn’t do it—” Mrs. Wyvern could cheerfully have pushed a knife in him. She wore one …